Chapter 56: Bronze Hall, Crystal Coffin
Translator: Krukist
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Hearing this, Wang Feng smiled and said, "You can join, but only as a disciple."
If others heard this, they would be shocked. A peak Profound Sovereign Realm expert could only become a disciple?
Upon hearing Wang Feng's words, the middle-aged man's eyes brightened slightly, and he nodded without saying a word.
"What's your name?" Wang Feng asked, his eyes flickering with curiosity.
"Zhong Feng."
"Good name."
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"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for recruiting a sword prodigy. You have received one random summoning opportunity and 50,000 sect points!"
Wang Feng ignored the cold voice in his mind. He continued deeper into the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods with Zhong Feng. With each step, they covered dozens of feet, but their speed gradually slowed as they ventured further.
"How long have you been in the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods?" Wang Feng asked as they walked.
"Ten years."
Wang Feng was startled. To stay alone in the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods for ten years—what kind of temperament did that require?
"To practice swordsmanship?"
Zhong Feng nodded and said, "This place suits me well."
Indeed, it did.
Wang Feng didn't ask about Zhong Feng's origins, nor did he inquire why a peak Profound Sovereign like him remained unknown within the Three Great Empires. All Wang Feng knew was that Zhong Feng was now a disciple of the Divine Immortal Sect, and that was enough.
"Have you ever entered the depths of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods?" Wang Feng asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
Ten years! No one in the Three Great Empires knew the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods better than Zhong Feng. Although Xuansha the Great Demon had been sealed in the Demon Sealing Grounds within the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods for a thousand years, he had been imprisoned and couldn't compare to Zhong Feng, who had been active here for ten years.
Many powerful figures from the Three Great Empires had come to the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods to train, but who among them had stayed for ten years like Zhong Feng?
At least, Wang Feng only knew of Zhong Feng.
Hearing Wang Feng's question, Zhong Feng shook his head and said solemnly, "I once tried to enter, but the pressure there was too terrifying. I only advanced about a hundred li before retreating."
Wang Feng's expression turned serious. Although he already knew the depths of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods were dangerous, hearing it from Zhong Feng still shocked him.
He was well aware of Zhong Feng's strength. In the entire Divine Immortal Sect, aside from himself, only Yan Shisan could defeat Zhong Feng. Even Ximen Chuixue, despite his profound understanding of the Sword Dao, couldn't defeat Zhong Feng due to his mid-stage Profound Sovereign cultivation.
Yet, even with such strength, Zhong Feng could only advance a hundred li into the depths of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods. This showed just how terrifying the depths were.
No wonder even the rulers of the Three Great Empires regarded it as a forbidden land.
As Wang Feng pondered, he suddenly froze. He stared ahead, his expression unprecedentedly solemn. Unknowingly, he and Zhong Feng had reached the edge of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods' depths.
What lay before Wang Feng was no longer the dark forest but scattered snow-white boulders. These boulders stood haphazardly, resembling white-armored guards, exuding a majestic aura.
"Did you encounter any dangers when you entered the depths of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods?" Wang Feng asked, not immediately stepping into the depths but turning to Zhong Feng.
Zhong Feng shook his head and said, "Only the terrifying pressure that made my soul tremble."
Hearing this, Wang Feng grew even more solemn. For someone like Zhong Feng to describe the pressure in such terms, the depths of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods were truly horrifying.
What reassured Wang Feng, however, was that the depths only had the terrifying gravity. If there were other strange and dangerous entities, Wang Feng would have had to reconsider.
Even a powerhouse like Zhong Feng couldn't withstand the gravity. If there were also strange creatures ambushing them, it would be a death sentence. Although Wang Feng wanted to explore the depths, he knew when to prioritize survival.
After some thought, Wang Feng decided to take a look. Having come this far, he couldn't bear to turn back now.
"If you feel you can't go further, stop and wait for me. If it's too dangerous, I'll retreat," Wang Feng said.
Hearing this, Zhong Feng was momentarily stunned, then nodded without insisting.
With that, Wang Feng stepped into the depths of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods. The moment he entered, his body felt heavy, as if his feet were stuck in mud, making it difficult to lift them.
An overwhelming pressure surged from all directions, akin to the force Zhong Feng had unleashed with his "Heavy Sword, No Edge," but even more terrifying.
Wang Feng didn't rush forward. Instead, he allowed his body to adapt to the gravity before continuing.
Behind him, Zhong Feng didn't follow. He stood at the edge, silently watching Wang Feng. He knew he could only advance a hundred li. If Wang Feng went further, he wouldn't be able to follow. If Wang Feng didn't, he would retreat. Thus, it was better not to follow.
Zhong Feng didn't ask why Wang Feng wanted to enter the depths, just as Wang Feng hadn't asked about his origins. They maintained a certain默契.
After walking about a dozen li, Wang Feng gradually adapted to the gravity. Although sweat dripped from his forehead and his body trembled, he pressed on.
During these dozen li, Wang Feng made a surprising discovery. The gravity was indeed terrifying, as if giant boulders were pressing on him from all sides. But while enduring this pressure, he also felt the Profound Qi in his body circulating faster.
Especially after passing through his heart, not only did the speed increase, but the Profound Qi also became purer. At this moment, the circulation of Profound Qi in Wang Feng's body was even faster than when he cultivated at full strength.
Although this didn't increase Wang Feng's cultivation level, it subtly strengthened his foundation. For Wang Feng, this was even more gratifying than a breakthrough.
Originally, his peak Profound Sovereign cultivation had been achieved through the System's assistance. While there were no side effects and his foundation was solid, it wasn't as formidable as that of a true prodigy.
Now, Wang Feng could feel that after just a dozen li, the Profound Qi in his body had become 50% purer. A 50% increase in purity was unimaginable for any cultivator.
Thus, despite the pressure making his body tremble and his muscles ache, Wang Feng pressed on.
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Wang Feng didn't know how long he had walked. His consciousness was blurry. The white boulders had disappeared, replaced by blood-red stone pillars, which then turned into golden pillars, resembling divine needles anchoring the earth.
At this point, the Profound Qi in Wang Feng's body had become extremely condensed. Even his physical body had been tempered by the gravity, becoming several times stronger than before.
However, Wang Feng's body was covered in a thick layer of blood scabs. The terrifying gravity had cracked his skin, leaving his body covered in fissures. He looked like a bloodied man.
If not for the constant purification of his Profound Qi and the regenerative power provided by the Nether Shore Fireflies in his heart, Wang Feng would have long since retreated.
At this moment, Wang Feng's nearly closed eyes suddenly widened. He bit his lip, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, sharpening his consciousness. He looked ahead, and his pupils contracted, his eyes widening in shock.
About ten li ahead stood a rust-covered bronze hall. The hall wasn't large, but it wasn't small either.
Just looking at it, Wang Feng felt an ancient, desolate aura wash over him. Seeing the bronze hall, the voice in his heart grew stronger. His intuition told him that this hall was the reason he had been drawn to the depths of the Ancient Land of Fallen Gods.
He walked slowly toward the bronze hall, his power surging within him. He didn't know if there were dangers around or within the hall, so he could only protect himself as best as he could.
The terrifying gravity had rendered Wang Feng's soul perception useless. He couldn't sense anything within a meter of himself. All he could rely on was his vision. If he couldn't see it, it didn't exist.
As he approached the bronze hall, Wang Feng's heart trembled. Looking at the rust-covered hall, he felt an inexplicable sadness welling up within him.
Wang Feng shook his head and focused. His Profound Qi surged, forming a thick armor around him. After this layer of protection, Wang Feng placed his hands on the bronze doors of the hall.
The moment he touched the doors, Wang Feng felt as if he heard the clashing of weapons and the galloping of horses. Then, he seemed to see a figure, but it was too hazy to make out.
When Wang Feng widened his eyes, trying to see the figure clearly, he snapped back to reality. Before him was still the bronze door, now slightly ajar, just enough for him to enter.
Wang Feng didn't dwell on the figure he had seen. Gritting his teeth, he slipped through the gap and entered the bronze hall.
As soon as he stepped inside, Wang Feng felt a sudden lightness. The terrifying pressure was gone, leaving him momentarily disoriented.
He shook his shoulders and looked ahead, then froze. In the center of the hall stood a crystal-clear coffin!
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